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Being In Town On Christmas Eve

Makes me weep, seeing people panic-shopping in the works makes me feel sorry for their relatives. Don’t get me wrong, for all I know this man next to me’s family might love an Elton John’s greatest hits CD, a 5 year old pirates of the Caribbean game for the wii and a bin shaped like a fire extinguisher.